Chapter 19They arrived back at the rig with only a few minutes to spare before darkness fell. The sun was low over the sea. Their day collecting general supplies had been largely uneventful. A few more random zombies dispatched, but they hadn’t run into any real dangers or horrors like at the hospital.
Bren greeted them with hugs. Even Cal got one, though it was the “handshake, then pulled into a hug with a backslap or two” type. She hugged like a straight guy.
“There’s going to be a council meeting tomorrow,” Bren said as they manhandled the crates of supplies. “They want to hear a full report about the mission and about conditions ashore.”
“Thanks, Bren,” Mitch said. “Cal, grab the other end of this one.” It was the crate with the fancy microscope they’d looted from the hospital. Mitc
